The hinges are so rusty
The door is fixed and fast;
The windows are so dusty
The sun looks in aghast:
Knock out the glass, I pray,
Or dash the door away,
Or break the house down bodily,
And let my soul go free!

(C) George Macdonald
01/01/2000


Best Poems of George MacDonald

• Up And-down
• The Shortest And Sweetest Of Songs
• My Heart
• Sabbath Bells
• Tell Me
• Appeal
• O Wind Of God
• The Moon
• A Song In The Night
• Awake!
• Summer
• A Hidden Life
• The Wind And The Moon
• Much And More
• Lycabas
• What Makes Summer?
• Approaches
• Zacchaeus
• Christmas Meditation
• Christmas-day, 1878
• Come Down